Nightmare Sapphire circled around Dreamy Fancy, who was currently kneeling in the center of the room. Large sewing needles penetrated her shimmering dress, unraveling the magical threads holding it together and binding her in them, as well as leaving her partially exposed.

“Go to hell.” Fancy growled defiantly, frustratedly trying to squirm out of her bonds, to no avail. It didn't help that these needles seemed to be suppressing her magic somehow. Her best hope would have to be waiting for the others to arrive.

“We'll have to work on that attitude, doll. That's no way to talk to your agent.” She taunted.

“What makes you so sure of that?”

“Hmmm… should I spoil the surprise? Hmm…” She thought aloud, moreso to herself than asking for any input. “I suppose knowing what's going to happen to you will make it that much more enticing for me. And Iolite says I don't know how to have fun.”

“What do you mean?” Fancy asked, looking increasingly concerned.

“I suppose a demonstration is in order.” Sapphire snapped her fingers. On command, a spider-like familiar crawled its way out of one of the sewing needles and ran along the thread of Fancy’s dress, embedding itself into the fabric. “Why don't you ask again, doll?”

Fancy looked puzzled. “What do you mean, Miss Sapphire?” The proper address for her captor flowed from her lips with ease. She almost didn't realize what she had said for a moment, before shaking her head and looking quite concerned.

“Figure it out yet? My precious little familiars are making a few alterations. Like you would with a new dress that doesn't quite fit right. Don't worry darling. For now I've only changed how you address me. I could completely overwhelm your pretty little head with new ideas right now, but it's better to not rush these things. Besides, it's not every day I get a new model so strong of will. Those normal humans are boring and break so easily. I'd rather savor this.”

Fancy blushed bright red, looked away. “You won't get away with this, Miss Sapphire.” She sounded almost breathless.

“Oh, but I think I will.” She taunted, kneeling down and grabbing Fancy by the chin, forcing her to make eye contact. Fancy shrunk beneath her powerful stare. “Oh? What's this, blushing? Could it be that my princess is enjoying this?”

“N-no, Miss Sapphire!” Fancy stuttered, totally enjoying this.

“Aww? Does my doll have something to say? Out with it.” She snapped her fingers, and another familiar wove itself into Fancy’s dress, compelling her to speak the truth and hide nothing.

“Thisissuddenlyreallyhotandimgettingreallyturnedonatthethoughtofyoucontrollingmelikethismisssapphire.” Fancy slurred, hoping to maybe spare some of her shame by speaking too fast to be intelligible.

“What was that? I can't quite hear you.” She replied, totally able to hear her just fine as she snapped her fingers again. “slower. Use your words.”

“This is suddenly really hot and I'm getting really turned on at the thought of you controlling me like this Miss Sapphire.” Fancy spoke again, this time more clearly, albeit a little breathless.

“That's a good doll.” She licked her lips and stared down Fancy with a newfound hunger in her eyes. “Well, normally I refrain from relationships with my models. It's rather unprofessional, you see. But, if my future centerpiece doll has a bit of a thing for mind control… who am I to not care for her needs?”

“No! That won't be necessary, Miss Sapphire!” Fancy protested, trying to back away, only succeeding in falling on her back.

Sapphire laughed. “Oh, no need to be shy. You know you'll like it, so why deny yourself the pleasure? Is it that sense of justice you're holding onto, perhaps? Loyalty to your friends? Whatever it is, don't worry about that, doll. Relax and let Miss Sapphire take care of you.” She grinned sadistically, snapping her fingers again, causing another familiar to weave itself into her dress. 

Suddenly, Fancy felt her skin get about 100 times more sensitive, and the threads binding her grow more taut. She stifled a moan and weakly tried to resist, to no avail. “The others… will stop you… Miss Sapphire!”

“Let them try. By the time they figure out how to get here, I'll have broken you down into my personal dress up doll. Doesn't that sound fun?” She asked, appearance growing disheveled as she knelt down to straddle Fancy.

“Y-yes Miss Sapphire.” Fancy breathed, trying to endure this torture her arch nemesis was putting her through.

“That's a good girl. First, I capture Dreamy Fancy, then I find out she's secretly a massive pervert? It's just my lucky day. Oh, I can't wait til your friends bust in here all cavalier trying to rescue you. By then I'll have made your gown for your debut runway walk, and I can show you off to all your little friends before destroying them! Youll just smile and nod of course, won’t you?” She smiled.

“Nnn… I won't let you, Miss Sapphire...!” Fancy protested.

“Awww, she's still got a little fight left in her.” She leaned into Fancy’s ear, and whispered seductively. “That can be fixed.” The hot breath on her ear almost sent Fancy into a frenzy from the increased sensitivity.

“Let me show you just how fun being one of my models can be, okay doll?” She grinned, beginning to slowly and agonizingly slide her hand up Fancy’s leg, towards her thigh, causing her to squirm and moan the whole way through. As she reached under the skirt and petticoat of her dress, hand gliding over Fancy’s underwear…

A crystal on Sapphire’’s desk began to glow and vibrate. She scoffed, and stood up, walking to her desk to pick up the crystal. “Sapphire here. What is it?” She asked, obviously very cross at the interruption. “Iolite? Is it urgent? I'm in the middle of something.” She groaned. “Fine. Fine. I'll be right there.” She finished, putting down the crystal.

“Sorry, my dear. I have important matters to attend to. But before I go…” she snapped her fingers, causing dozens of familiars to slowly creep from the sewing needles into Fancy’s dress. “Maybe a few hours of this will brighten up your mood. Be ready for me when I come back~!” She said, blowing a kiss to a squirming and whining Fancy.